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Marrakech, Zagora and Ouzoud, Morocco: I bless the rains down in Africa

So it’s finally my turn to visit the land of Argan oil and pretty blue-tiled pools, but unlike everyone else, that’s not the kind of thing you’ll see on my Instagram. Although I am arguably a bit of a flashpacker, dinner and drinks at luxurious roof top restaurants and sleeping in a bed without a ladder isn’t really my thing – neither personally or budget-wise. Terese, Aga and I got together to decide on destination for a little getaway, and I kind of voted against Morocco at first. Being unemployed, I’m running out of funds to spend on lavish things such as flights to Africa. Besides, haven’t I gotten my dose of harem pants and desert in India?

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I'm Christine, and my dream is to see the world and talk about it nonstop. I've been testing the boundaries of acceptable social behavior since 1991, and my hobbies include making lists, drinking wine and generally being inappropriate.
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